Felix kept thinking about the origin of these attackers.

He suddenly remembered the intelligence of the dark wizard Aladdin: "It is said that the attackers were very arrogant. They warned the woman and left a blood-stained badge."

"What badge?"

“Ifamoni Magic School.”

...

Is that badge really a warning? Or is it accidentally lost?

At this moment, the attacker's four formations were disrupted by him, with only five or six people left to get up, and the team at the front was only a lucky little wizard.

But the little man didn't recognize this kind of luck at all. He hoped that he would faint because the figure, which seemed to be a devil, was looking at him calmly.

Felix walked step by step towards the short wizard in front of him. He walked very slowly and steadily, in order to ease the dizziness brought by the 20 consecutive phantom movements. However, in the eyes of others, his steps were like walking in the garden, his eyes seemed gentle, but like a giant dragon untied, with ferocious spikes emerging all over his body.

The air seemed to solidify, and the remaining attacker who was struggling to get up, the young Auror with a sad and angry face, the Sylester, who tried his best to keep his peace and the man with a vicissitudes, seemed to have been pressed.

The little man's eyes were full of fear. He instinctively turned around and ran away, but was tripped by his companion's unconscious body, his forehead touched the gravel, and blood oozed out bit by bit.

By the time he got up from the ground, Felix was already standing in front of him.

"Let me see who you are."

He poked out a hand and grabbed it at the mask.

In the eyes of the little wizard, the open hand seemed to contain magical magic, which made him unable to move. He tried his best to tell himself to run quickly, but in the end he was like a cold stone statue, and his mood fell to the bottom. His lips were stammering.

"don't want……"

"don't want!"

Two voices were stacked together, and the other one actually came from the mouth of Noel Cilester. Her gray eyes reflected the panic that shouldn't have happened.

But Felix did not stop, and he decisively lifted the mask.

For a moment, Felix was stunned and his hand holding the mask stopped in the air.

He thought there would be a witch under the mask, not only because of the other party's short stature, but also because of his sharp voice, these characteristics reminded him of his female identity.

But under the mask was a blood-stained, over-young big boy's face was only fifteen or sixteen years old at best, and might look smaller than Percy Weasley.

The little man looked at him blankly, and the other person's expression suddenly became unfathomable, making it difficult to guess.

He mustered up the courage, snatched the mask, and stumbled back.

Felix stayed in place without chasing.

"Dingdeng!"

More than a dozen black-robed wizards rushed into the auditorium, and one of them shouted excitedly: "The person has been rescued, you can withdraw it! Did that old witch in Sileste catch it?"

But the situation on the field was different from what he thought. The newcomer was stunned. Their eyes fell on Felix, who had just put down his wand, with him as the center. There were more than a dozen companions lying around him.

Less than one-third of the awake people, and a few of them were just woken up by magic, with a blank expression on their faces.

"Run quickly." The short witch said in a hoarse voice.

"What?"

"Run!"

But the wizard in charge did not want to leave these people behind. He raised his wand and the others chose to follow.

More than a dozen red beams attacked Felix. These people were obviously elites. The scorching spell was like a laser, but they were all blocked in front of Felix, and a ring-shaped barrier appeared and disappeared.

The delicate lines intertwined with silver and gold are constantly outlined in the air. As the spells hit it become stronger and stronger, its appearance becomes clearer and clearer.

It was an enlarged half-body armor, with shadows and magical flames jumping.

The armor made of iron armor spell covered him inside, making him completely ignore these attacks.

The black-robed wizards attacked in vain, but their mood inevitably fell into despair.

"Get out of here and make a decision while I haven't changed my decision yet," Felix said.

After a brief silence of the attackers

"He, he was trapped by his own magic and almost took the unconscious person away!"

The wizard in charge made up the reason, no matter what it was, the strong enemy seemed to have no intention of attacking.

The others woke up and used the floating spell and transforming technique to drag their fainted companions away and quickly evacuated this dangerous place.

In this short and long minute, no one spoke. Silester, the vicissitudes of the witch, the French Ministry of Magic, and even the Muggle Research experts, all kept silent, and they accused Felix's approach.

Felix removed the magic and his eyes fell on the last few people. They looked at Felix while running, their eyes full of exploration.

"Stop watching, go!" said a wizard from black robe.

The attackers quickly left, leaving only the devastated hotel.

...

Three or five Muggle experts on the field looked around blankly, as if they had a strange dream.

From a calm meeting to an unexpected attack, to an extremely powerful young man jumping out to end the battle in less than thirty seconds, isn’t this a dream?

Felix came to Maxwell and carefully checked his condition. He was unconscious, his face covered with dense small bags.

"This...sir? Is he okay?" asked the young Auror with a restrained heart.

"No problem, I was hit by too many coma spells, and there was an evil spell mixed with it." Felix said speechlessly, the evil spell seemed to mock everyone present.

Silest walked out of the dusty body with messy hair, followed by a witch with a vicissitudes of face.

"You..." She hesitated rarely.

"What is the identity of the attacker?" Felix asked simply, he had already guessed.

"I don't know, it might be the remnants of the Purge, or the admirer of Grindelwald," said Silester.

"I think you're fooling me, Ms. Silester." Felix stepped forward, and the silver light in his eyes completely covered the original light blue pupils: "Look at my eyes."

Her expression suddenly became dull, and the pictures flashed quickly

"The secret report shows that minors have joined the Innovation Society, and our magic society has been further divided because of that damn law!"

"Cecil, we can't give in. One step back is ten steps, a hundred steps."

"But wizards from roosters are also part of us, and the laws we have made are hurting them! Since 1965, more and more people have felt deceived. Silester's patience has reached its limit, which has led to the organization that shames everyone. Our Congress gentlemen are sitting on a powder keg and savoring the red wine."

“…The parliamentary family will not support it.”

"So you just cover up, Silester? We are the Legislative Council and should be responsible for the laws of the American magic circle!"

"What do you want me to say, dear MPs, gentlemen, because of our stupid laws, the students and graduates of Iphamoni conspired to organize the Reform Society and prepare to resist the Demons and French Society of America?"

"I want to remind you, Silester, that's already true."

"I can't act like a fool in front of the MP...at least, I have to get a list."

"What are you going to do?"

"…Patient, Cecil. Wait until the summer vacation, set up a trap that looks harmless and sweet bait. As long as you catch one or two people, you can pull out a string of names."

"Silester, you are the excellent bait yourself, they have pointed their finger at you."

"Thank you, Cecil."

"I'm not praising you!"
Chapter completed!